"Mikey. Oh, yes."

There was that name again. It was 4 in the morning, and Ingrid was tossing next to me, moaning, dreaming what must have been quite an intense dream, because she rarely spoke in her sleep. That boy sure must be hot the way she reacts to him.

"You too, Shane, mmmh."

Shane? Was the having an orgy in there or something? Maybe she needed some help? I touched her chest, circling one stiffened nipple, which succesfully drew another moan. That and Kim Roger, bringing the total of boys to 3. Wow! I lowered my hand towards a pair of thighs that were at that moment parting. I reckoned this must have been a fantasy of hers for quite some time. I found her slit, pushing my finger down into the cleft, hoping to get my fingertip inside her wet hole. Her small, bucking hips made that effort easy. The boys names came at intervals, as I used my thumb on her clit, careful not to push too hard, as I didn't want to wake her from her little wet dream. I didn't even know girls had those.

"Fuck me, Shane."

I would have thought Mikey would get that honor. Ingrid sure must be horny when she's out on that soccerfield. I focused fully on her engorged clit, with desired results manifesting themselves quickly, Ingrid's sweet juices bubbling to the surface. My girl never even woke up, nor did she moan anymore, the orgasm evidently having a direct result on the dream. Only problem was, now I had an erection that would not quit, prompting me to give her delicate shoulder a gentle push, hoping to get her over on her side so that I could spoon her. She grumbled, but a few more nudges got me what I wanted. She'd had a shower before bed and smelled devine, the sweat in her hair drawing out the scents of her shampoo. What a soft pillow that little butt of hers made, as I humped it slowly, my seed splashing between us, dripping down into her crack almost from the start. I gently removed it with a tissue from the nightstand and snuggled back up behind her, her sleeping form responding to me grabbing her, snuggling back, nice and tight.

---

I made us breakfast myself, put her share on a serving tray and went back upstairs, finding her looking so vulnerable and cute laying there in the nude. I'd seen her naked hour upon hour in the last 3 days and the sight still took my breath away, every moment like seeing a girl naked for the first time.

"Ta da ta da, ta da ta da, tadatadada, tadatada!" I yelled.

Ingrid bounced up on her hips, glared at me and were about to throw a pillow.

"Easy, girl, I have your breakfast."

"I'm so gonna get you back, you nasty man," she threatened me.

I put the tray down, propped up several pillows behind her, then put the tray across her lap, the legs fitting perfectly across her thighs.

"Reagular corn flakes, blue berry juice, and for some reason, half burned strips of bacon, correct so far?"

"Yes. And my bacon is my business," Ingrid said and ate those first. Damn, that girl's loud when she eats!

In the end, I finished the last of the juice and corn flakes for her. This time she did hit me with the pillow, when I wiped the glass before drinking.

"More of that and you'll taste none of my wet stuff."

"Just fucking with you, babe."

"Not right now you're not."

"The girl knows how to dish out punishment."

God, I love it when she giggles.

For once, we didn't make love in the morning. We just went hand in hand around the property, which made me realise I was getting more and more eager to replace my apartment with a house. It was a lazy morning and afternoon, the two of us enjoying the sunshine, before it was time to meet up with Andrew and his underage ladyfriend. It was a nice, quiet neighbourhood we ended up in, though there were no cars like mine around. The barbeque we had been told about was in full effect. We saw Andrew talking to a couple in their thirties, with the man in a cooks apron; Bambi's father most likely. There were about 4 others, but no young girl. Ingrid bounced out of the Ferrari and went right over to Andrew; or 'the tongue' as she'd called him a few times.

"Hey guys, what are you doing here?" he asked when I came over, managing to sound surprised.

"Do you wanna go with us to Magic Mountain tomorrow?" Ingrid blurted out.

Basically, the three of us had a nice performance for Bambi's parents and managed to pull of stage one of our little plan.

"Any kids around here?" Ingrid asked, pulling of bored quite well.

The lady of the house pointed to the porch, to the girl standing there. Andrew had told of a 13 year old girl, but this one was the size of a girl around 11. She was your quintessential California girl, natural golden blonde, hair somewhere in the middle of straight and curly, lower back length, fair skin, somewhat paler than expected, with a small hint of a tan. She wore black thin tights that pretty much exposed the full extent of a butt somewhere in the middle of Ingrids small, round cheeks and the end of the bubblebutt spectrum, where Anniken resides. Her Mom called the attention of the person in front of Bambi, who turned the kid around. I almost gasped. She was definately on the short list of people that represents the most gorgeous faces I have ever seen. God, she was pretty. Eyes the size of children in japanese animation, color like the moon at it's most blue.

She came closer; even prettier than at first sight. Andrew introduced us to her, their hands moving swiftly. Man, had he kept her a secret, I had no idea she was deaf.

"Can you read my lips?" Ingrid asked her, taking her disability in stride. Bambi seemed to appreciate it as she nodded, with a smile which not only matched her beauty, but enhanced it, which I swore would have been impossible. No wonder Andrew was head over heels in love with her, talk about freakin devine. As they talked, Ingrid had to repeat herself a few times, since Bambi was born deaf and many sounds can't be read on lips. Her mom too translated a few times, as did Andrew (I'd totally forgotten his little sister was deaf). We were invited to take part in the barbeque as there was plenty of food. As the hour flew by, I found it a miracle the parents didn't catch on; maybe it was because I was attuned to the truth, but every look Bambi gave Andrew and the other way around, showed two people clearly mad for eachother, to me the chemistry was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Was Ingrid and I that obvious? At one point, young Bambi came up to me, and with Mom translating, asked me very politely for a ride in the Ferrari. I was more than happy to oblige her. I looked over at her as she sat next to me, hair flowing behind her from the air. Her tights clung to her thighs, also providing just a hint of cameltoe. Did those thighs ever look soft under the thin fabric, so slender and hot. She caught me looking. I smiled. She didn't.

"Ingrid is my girlfriend, do you wish you were Andrew's?" I said, taking a chance. Her eyes widened for a few seconds, then her tense body visibly relaxed bigtime, a dreamy smile crossing her face. Bambi sighed. Wow, not having to hide what you've bottled up inside is by no means overrated.

"Yes. I love him," she said. It was a little hard to understand her, but it did work. Damn, those words sounded like such a relief.

"You're both lucky. I don't know what I'd do without Ingrid."

Bambi smiled that dazzling smile and it widened when I told her how beautiful I thought she was. Back at the house, she hugged me as a thank you for the ride. Her scent was intoxicating, her grip surprisingly strong. Ingrid and I stayed two hours alltogether, my girl, bless her heart, pulling off the second part of our plan. She gave Bambi her full attention, then went up to her father and asked him flat out if Bambi could join us at Magic Mountain the day after. She looked at me too and followed up with;

"Can she Daddy, can she?"

"It's fine by me, how about you?" I asked the dad.

To him, I was a single dad with a loving daughter, so he didn't really have much to complain about. He conferred with his wife (whom Ingrid had charmed to death) and they both agreed she could come. Mission accomplished, I decided that was the moment to say our goodbyes. After we did that I got on my cellphone and ordered a taxi for the adress we were at. Everybody looked at me quite dumbfounded about the whole taxi part. With a smile I tossed Andrew the keys to the Ferrari.

"Knock yourself out, pal. You and Bambi meet us at the house tomorrow, lets say 10 o'clock, that way we don't need to come out here and pick you up. Does that sound OK with everybody?"

That would be an affirmative. In the taxi, I sent Andrew a text, telling him and Bambi to meet us at 12, giving them nearly 2 hours alone.

His text; 'I can't thank you enough, Mark. Bambi and I have needed this for the longest time, you're the best. See you tomorrow.'

We took a trip to the Farmers Market to stock up the refridgerator with fresh foods. The place sure had a lot more to offer than I was aware of so we ended up being there for a while first. Back at the house, it would be an understatement to say I was 'in the mood'. And I weren't the only one. Ingrid took me by the hand and pulled me to our room. I hadn't gotten to undress her for a while and looked forward to it. I sat her down on the edge of the bed and looked down at her. She looked so young and innocent in her outfit, just like girls should, anything to bring their vulnerability and sweet nature out. I sat down on my knees and unlaced the laces on her new Gucci shoes, before slipping them off her small feet. Her socks were a faint pink, covering her up to just above her calves, and I slowly rolled them down off her smooth calves, giving them a good rub with the back of my hands in the process.

The pink and black sweater with thick stripes she wore, was just below her thighs and after full day of seeing nothing but her knees I couldn't wait to expose history's softest thighs. Ingrid was impatient, but I was gonna savour this, slowly slipping the front of the sweater up, sensuously kissing the smooth skin as it came into breathtaking view. After that I had her lift her butt so I could bunch her sweater around her waist. Ingrid had a pair of short jeanshorts under the sweater, it didn't cover her thighs but her crotch was cruelly under wraps. She parted her legs, so I could make out with the inside of her thighs, the softest, smoothest part of her perfect body. I spent a near ten minutes in that paradise as she lay back on the bed. I started licking her jeancovered crotch as my hands slid under her sweater, my thumbs giving her stiff nipples a go over. I think denim is the sexiest of clothing, at least when on a girl, so I nibbled on it as I kneaded her boobs roughly.

Ingrid groaned from the aggressive massage of her nipples. She parted her legs as far as they would go. I once saw a shark attack in a movie, were it went right for the crotch with it's snout and that what I did now, burying my face up in there. Ingrid begged for tongue and lips on her nipples, and ever ready to oblige my baby's whims, I pushed my head up under the sweater, which stretched enough to allow me room. I love how her breasts fit in my mouth and I gobbled them up one by one, tongue swirling. She moaned my name with such a soft voice I barely heard her. My knee pressed her groind and she humped against it. I sucked preteen tit or a good long while, leaving wet trail of spit all over her skin. She cried out in extacy which I drew into myself with a kiss, while her body starting convulsing. If a doctor'd been in the room he would have called 'clear'. I drew back, lowering my eyesight and you could see the front of her jeans was wet. I sank down on her with my mans weight, hand on her spine as I held her close. We rolled over and I drew her to me, cupping her denim buttocks, massaging them hard as she kissed my throat.

"I love you , Mark. So much," she whispered longingly against my skin. I pulled her a little higher and our lips met, meeting so very, very tenderly. I got on my back and Ingrid snuggled tightly between my thighs. Holding her denim butt again, I started humping her. I'd done something similar when she was 8, but then I had barely moved my hips so she wouldn't notice. No need for that now, I ground into her, short, fast pushes, clasping her butt tightly.

"God, how I love you. My Ingrid, my sweet, sweet darling."

She met my thrusts, the two of us working up a perfect rhythm. I held her lower back under the sweater with one hand, the other pressing on her butt to draw her to me. I put my feet between her legs, trapping them, while my arms slid around her waist. I held her so tight as my seed flooded my briefs. When I went still, Ingrid crossed her arms on my chest, smiling at me.

"That's a first, an orgasm each and most of our clothes still on."

"Oh, I'm not done with you yet. Just let me breathe."

"I have an idea, why don't we go online, try to learn some important phrases and words in sign language for when Bambi arrives?"

How about that, as kind as she is hot. It was a splendid idea. The house came with WiFi, hooked up to a flatscreen rather than a computer screen, so we could sit back on the couch. We got pretty wrapped up in the whole thing, Ingrid sitting indian style on the floor, repeating what I showed her and vice versa. Not the indian style, mind you, limber I'm not. At one point I came back from the bathroom and Ingrid signalled something to me. I looked over at the screen, going through the netscreens that were open.

WILL. HARD. ALLREADY. YOU. ME. FUCK. That was the words that stood out the most. I scooped her up in my arms and took her to bed. It was getting late anyway. Ingrid was back on the edge of the bed. When I stood in front of her this time she grabbed my hips, pulled me closer, yanked my briefs and pants down, then sucked me down deepthroat style with a hungry groan, it couldn't have taken more than 10 seconds alltogether. She didn't blow me for too long, afraid to get me off soon, but while it lasted she proved what an artist she'd become. I stripped the rest of my clothes off, getting a deep breath from her. I guess she liked what she saw. Young girls aren't attracted to men, my ass. I took her sweater and slipped it off her slim frame, nipples clearly showing how aroused she was. Guess which part of me showed the same. Ingrid got on her stomach, pushing her butt back, making it pess against the seat of her jeans.

"You read me like a book, don't you, sweetheart?"

She humped the mattress, butt pumping. Yup, that was it for me. I got on my knees, kept her still and licked her ass, pressing the stiff fabric up between cheeks as much as the material would allow. I kissed her butt as eagerly as I would have if she was naked. Yeah, in the long run maybe not the best fetish in the world.

"Lift those hips, baby."

She did and I opened her zipper from behind. Flipping her over, I could see her panties through the fly. I put my finger in there and felt the cleft underneath as Ingrid opened her button, making the front gape open. I kissed that cleft and she begged to have it done on skin to skin contact. I pulled her panties down in the front and saw the outside of her cunt.

"Get it off. Lick my pussy."

Ingrid put her heels on my chest and I slipped jeanshorts and panties up her legs, then threw it away. There she was, exposed as a newborn. These days naked in the sun had given her a full tan, outer labia included. What had been tan before California was so very dark by now, the skin bronzed perfectly. She'd look so stunning next to the lightly tanned Bambi, which I'm sure Ingrid was determined to get naked, for Andrew's sake if nothing else. I hoped to get along as easily with Bambi as Ingrid had with Andrew just in a few days.

"What now, honey? Want me to put my thrusting rod in your lovemuffin?"

"You've been reading on Nifty too much (giggle), just fuck my pussy."

Such a lady. I don't think I have ever gone from a standing position to fully embedded on top of her quite so fast before. I had my fingers intertwined with hers, pinning her hands next to her face as I stood on my knees over her. I'd love to tell you I fucked her slowly, with her age taken into consideration, but I was practically heaving myself inside her. It was an awesome position, as it gave me a chance to look at her face and the delightful expressions crossing it. Her pleasure was evident, with her eyes closed and a dreamy smile on her lips. It scrunched up once in a while from the exertion of it all, slowly increasing as I took her for quite a while. In the end, there was no sign of discomfort or pain on her face, but she was only 12 after all, and it was clearly taking it's physical toll on her.

"I'm gonna cum, honey."

"Let me see it, please."

I pulled out just in time for that, as just then my sperm ejaculated heavily on her stomach, so white against her bronzed skin. It was my first cum in 24 hours so she was quite coated with cream by the time I was done.

"You OK, honey?"

"Sure, that was nothing."

"Liar. Come on, admit it."

"OK, OK, I was relieved when you finally came."

"I knew it. You know, you impress me so much with what you can take."

She smiled lazily up at me. Now that we were done, she had this really relaxed look of fullfillment. I kissed her lips softly, tongue occasionally poking between them. I kissed down, around my sperm, onto her pussy. A few spatters of semen were there, but I ignored the bitter taste and started licking, no way was I gonna come without her getting it too. I held her legs apart with a grip on her knees, giving my main focus to her opening with an occasional clit detour. She wasn't really that lubricated, but enough to make the work easy and pleasant for both of us. She moaned now and again, but they tapered off, and she was still quiet when she climaxed, not really squirting, more like a two teaspoon river escaping a dam. I rested my tongue there like a wet blanket for a minute or so before kissing up her body, with a quick pitstop at each delectable nipple.

"You are so beautiful," I said, looking up at her.

She was sound asleep. No wonder she'd been so quiet. I put a sheet over her and went downstairs, fixing myself a small midnight snack, before going back up and spooning her, enjoying that before the world went black.

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Ingrid was in the pool the next morning, her naked little ass surfacing and diving under the water, up and down, when a car honked the horn outside the gates. It was ten in the morning despite me telling them to wait for noon, but I guessed he wanted to get Bambi somewhere private as soon as possible. Matching me, Andrew wore kaki shorts and a navyblue t-shirt, only the printing different. The child came out of the Ferrari next, a bare smooth leg emerging first, most of her thigh vanishing under a pink skirt. She stood up, shoulders bared to the sun along with part of her chest, the top also showing a small patch of skin above her skirt. Most of her hair was tied back in two braids, with the rest covering her forehead just down to the eyebrows. Good God was that kid ever beautiful, like childactress Jenna Boyd come to life before me, only prettier. She waved at me and I waved back while Andrew hugged me. When she came over her hand slipped right into Andrew and she leaned into him, her cheek on his arm, showing none of that stilted awkwardness they had displayed in front of her family. Talk about two people comfortable in eachother company. She seemed duly impressed with the sign language I said hello and how are you with. That was when we were hollared at from the pool. As we approached Ingrid grabbed the edge of the pool and pulled herself out, naked skin pouring poolwater. Bambi was totally taken aback with Ingrid's brazen, unfazed attitude about nudity.

"Come on, strip and swim with me," she signed to Bambi like it was the most natural thing in he world.

Bambi was reluctant though, definately not used to something like this. Why must the world make kids so selfconcious about something so beautiful as their perfect young bodies? Sigh. Ingrid shrugged her shoulders and came into my arms. I bent to scoop her up and held her tight. All I wanted was a hug, I swear, but she kissed me hard and eager. I put her down before she was ready to and she scowled at me.

"Relax, baby, let Bambi settle in around here before you go all sexually liberated child on her."

Ingrid reached her tongue at me and dived back in the water. She can be such a child sometimes.

"Would you guys like something to drink?" I offered the guests.

They did and we had some lemonade at poolside, watching Ingrid in the water. Boy, did she ever flirt outrageously with us men, so aware of her effect on what she had once referred to as the weaker sex. I think she has a point. Eventually, she did get Bambi in the water, albeit wearing a swimsuit. Bambi looked heavenly in it, her thighs in particular something to behold. The suit rode generously in the back and the bottom of her butt looked soft beyond description.

"You seen her wear this little before?" I asked him and he admitted he hadn't, longing in his voice.

"Maybe you'll see more. Knowing Ingrid, she will be determined to get us all naked."

"I hope so."

We admired the girls, who had tremendous fun for the next hour, as they splashed around. Suddenly, Andrew grew quiet, while his crotch grew in it's own way. I looked over and Bambi's swimsuit floated in the water. Damn, she had done it! Ingrid got her friend naked. Andrew's eyes were rooted to the pool, the man desperate for her to emerge. Ingrid signed to her, I recognised the word shy. They came out together, their bodies similar in many ways, though the colors was much different. I could never deside if pale skin or very tan skin is best and I couldn't now. Jesus, was Bambi ever lovely, her hips boyish, yet so feminine, her flat chest with nipples a little bigger than the ones at the tip of Ingrid's buds. Bambi's crotch was a tiny bit puffier than Ingrid's, though not by much. I thought Andrew was gonna hyperventilate next to me at the sight of her. Seeing a girl he had been in love with forever, suddenly naked in his presence for the first time? Yeah, I could relate. He must have dreamt of this moment a million times. The girls lay down on the big double chaize lounge on their stomachs. As they signed away, Andrew got up, impatiently wanting to see her naked backside. You and me both pal. Their tight bottoms was so delicious side by side, Bambi's a bit bigger and meatier. Andrew was staring, directly at his baby. What a beautiful back the girl had, curving slighly before the crest of her buttocks took over. If there had been buttons in Andrew's shorts I think one would have popped, talk about a fucking erection. Just then the girls turned around and Bambi couldn't help but notice his ridiculous bulge. Ingrid tapped her on the shoulder and signed something to her. A smile crept across Bambi's lips.

"What did she say?" I asked him.

"She said with that thing you can get him to do whatever you want."

Wow, didn't take the kid long to relish that did it? I crawled on to the chaize and got behind Ingrid, who snuggled in tight between my legs. Bambi held a hand out to Andrew, who pulled her naked body into a huge embrace. They melded together so naturally. Andrew didn't cry, but it took all his selfcontrol not to, though a few tears fell. He wiped them before she could see it. Ingrid suggested we skip Magic Mountain and just be alone together, the four of us. There really wasn't any objection. From then on Bambi was melded to Andrew's side, her love for him shining like a bright star. We all stripped down to nothing, Bambi no longer shy about it, just treating like the totally natural thing it is. To say Andrew stroked and groped her young body would be an understatement, he used any excuse. Bambi adored the attention I was sure she also had longed for, if nothing else, on a subconcious level. We ordered lunch from a caterer that was delicious and then Ingrid took Bambi on a tour of the house while Andrew and I stayed at poolside.

"That girl of yours is a miracle worker," Andrew told me. "I don't think this would have been possible without her."

"Thanks, but, don't give her all the credit. You and Bambi just really needed this time alone, with no possible interruptions. Once little girls doesn't have to show any restraint, its amazing what they're up for."

"I swear she went for my cock a few times, but maybe its my imagination."

"Dude, it hasn't gone down for two hours, she couldn't be more aware of it, not to mention fascinated with the fact that it's all due to her. I can't imagine her not loving that power every bit as much as Ingrid does."

"I want her so bad, Mark. Is her butt ever sweet, my hands are drawn to it like a magnet. I never wanna let go of that unimaginably perfect flesh ever again. I feel like a teen boy who finally finds out just how warm and soft girls are. Her little body has always driven me crazy, but feeling it's smooth skin against mine is....is..."

"Hehe, no need for words man. When she's gotten into physical contact with me it's been like an electric shock. And trust me, it will never go away. Take Ingrid, holding her now is still as amazing as the first time to me and I have fucked her God knows how many times."

"Fucking? Jesus, the thought of entering Bambi's devine flesh makes me insane, it must me sweet beyond words."

That was when the girls got back. I wanted Andrew to have her every bit as much as I want her myself. Thank God I have Ingrid or this day would be torture.